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like that.” “Thanks,” she said again. Garrison gazed at her a moment. She looked so small in his big coat. A girl in pigtails quickly gathering snow. And he was not a young man anymore. “You better get back inside,” he said in a fatherly tone, “and I had better get home. It’s way past my bedtime.” He walked her back to the door of the bar, and she handed him his coat. “It was good to see you again, Anna.” “You too, Mr. Knight.” Garrison opened the door and Anna was once more swallowed up by the crowd and the noise. He walked to his car, drove back home through the dark night, and sat at his kitchen table until the gray light in the east told him the sun would soon rise. ■


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